mad

I'm mad that we are waking up to another massacre.

I'm mad that this time, it's actually two.

I'm mad that these numbers continue to climb, but we still pitch fits to defend antiquated amendments.

I'm mad that people are having their favorite places on this planet forever tainted by needless bloodshed, the shadow of a foe.

I'm mad that the statistic of individuals who now know the struggle of living with the trauma of the sound of magazine rounds, the sight of dropping bodies, the guilt that comes with being one that survives only grows.

I'm mad that those individuals living with such trauma include children.

I'm mad that anyone should fear death by bullet as they free their minds to music, learn to add integers, check the ripeness of an orange.

I'm mad that when I drive to places of leisure, I pass a dozen flags waiting to be raised to full staff.

I'm mad that it's not enough for a teacher to impart knowledge, but be willing to use her body as a shield against gunfire.

I'm mad that it only takes one mishap with hot coffee to print labels of warning, but 250 mass shootings later, we still wait for change.

I'm mad that every time I see the faces of the culprits, I wonder how many red flag behaviors were downplayed or ignored before their final act.

I'm mad that every time I see the faces of the victims, I feel the crushing weight of lost potential.

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